Real Heir, Earns His Own Fortune

Synopsis

I was the real heir who'd been switched at birth. In my previous life, I was killed in a car crash—one that wasn't an accident but a setup. As my vision dimmed and the world faded, I caught a final glimpse through the shattered windshield: Oliver Lane, the fake heir who had stolen my life for eighteen years, standing not far away, watching. In that moment, everything clicked. I had swallowed my pride, endured every slight, and stayed silent—just to taste a fraction of the family warmth I'd been denied. I accepted that my parents and sister always favored him. Whenever he framed me, I told myself it was a misunderstanding. I believed that if I kept my head down, acted mature, and compromised enough, one day they'd treat me like family. Turns out, the joke was on me. It had always been one-sided. Then I woke up—back in time, before everything went wrong. That day, my real parents came to the door, guilt etched across their faces. They repeated the same words I'd heard in my last life: "James, we're your parents. We’re here to take you home." I smiled and pushed the account book across the table. "You want to claim me as your son? Fine—but settle the bill first." I met their stunned faces head-on. "Eighteen years of food, tuition, and every bit of pain my adoptive parents paid for—that comes to seven hundred and eleven thousand dollars. Cash or transfer?"